Every time he takes a turn into this section of the highway, he remembers the look she gave him before saying, “You know, the first time I saw you, I thought you were the adventurous kind.”
It was just after he had coaxed her out of a club’s dance floor because he needed to sleep.
Minutes later, as they drove home
, she had unzipped his pants, pulled his member out and tried to kill them both by putting it in her mouth. The shock made him pull over.
As he caught his breath, she straightened up, started reapplying her makeup and whispered, “You should have rolled the windows down and accelerated.”
She left him the next day.
‘Pictory’ – A picture and a story speaking of and from each other.
Photography – Kimani Wandaka
Story – Ngartia
In Coherence. 